My Big Fat Gay Weekend!

I’m going to keep going on my own adventures until people start making suggestions. Oh, by the by… Rex - I’m going on a skiing/snowboarding trip as per your suggestion!

This weekend was pretty intense. On Friday my friends Morgan, Emily, Marina and Alifa were going out dancing to Plan B (the worst name for a club, ever) and invited me along… and since I had nothing else on the burners, I joined them. I hate hip-hop club music, but the light up dance floor made up for it. Sort of. Anyway, part way though the night we got bored of the music and peaced out – to the local gay club (appropriately named PRISM).

I don’t have many gay friends in Victoria, but coincidently, two of them were at the club… dancing it up in their popular circle. If you haven’t been to a gay club before, they are trashy. Very trashy, but on some strange level that is sort of what gives them their appeal. Before this weekend, I only had been to PRISM 3 times. Friday night was number four. My group of friends and I had a decent time (the good connotation of the word - not the ho hum it has evolved into), and peaced out just before 2.

The next day my friend Phil (my gay friend) gave me a call and told me they were all going out again (Saturday) and wanted me to come along. Because I collect friends, I thought this would be an ideal opportunity to climb the social ladder and become even more popular. Ha ha ha ha ha. Just kidding. I was, however, excited to meet some new people and go on a big gay adventure. So I did. That evening I bought my standard bottle of wine and grabbed some sushi to go. Well, attempted to. The restaurant was closed so in a huff I walked across the street to A&W. I hadn’t eaten fast food in at least 6 months. I waited in line for twenty minutes to buy two teen burgers! Sans mayonnaise and bacon, of course. Frustrated, burgers in hand, I stole a colossal A&W mug on my way out. It was gargantuan. Later that night I explored its capacity by filling it up with my entire bottle of wine, and drank it through a straw. How glamorous.

Half way through my mug slash bottle of wine the people I was with decided they wanted to go to the liquor store and McDonalds (don’t worry, one us of was a designated driver)… I decided not to pour out my wine rootbeer and continued drinking it in the car. And McDonalds. And I ate chicken McNuggets. And I threw up. How glamorous.

The rest of the night was pretty fun. I got to meet some new people, go on a random adventure… and I hope to hang out with them again. Awesomeness to the power of eight!